Phew, that was a butt load of sibilance, wasn’t it! Sheesh. Now, I’m not sure about you but I’ve noticed something sneaky going on with the way people are talking recently. Everyone seems to have been taking secret night classes and now all have diplomas in speaking fluent bullshit. It’s not so much what they’re saying but what words…

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With the recent schmaschmaugeration of a man my family has perfectly spoonerised as Tronald Dump (or it’s £1 in the swear jar because we’re sick of hearing his name) I’ve been thinking about his promise to #MakeAmericaGreatAgain. It’s a big, impossible promise. Too big for one man in 4 years (please don’t make it 8) to fulfil, impossible because…

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A Quarter Life Crisis can be defined as, ‘a crisis that may be experienced in one’s twenties, involving anxiety over the direction and quality of one’s life.’ And if like me you are going through one too, just like a mid-life crisis, you will take drastic measures to rediscover yourself and what you think you know about life…

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You read that right. This is an homage, of sorts, to a cup. Not just any cup. One of those colour-it-in yourself ones to match the adult colouring craze that’s won’t desist. You fill in the patterns (keeping inside the lines, of course) using the primary and complimentary coloured pens (thanks, GCSE Art) and then stick it in the…

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*Disclaimer: This was written at 1:30 am, on iPhone notes, cocooned in a duvet, trying to sleep. So this is a meta post steeped in irony – writing about being a night owl, whilst in the midst of a heavy bout of owling. I remember the first time I heard someone ‘successful’ (read: doing what I want to be…

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